"The chilling effects of the poison in his blood are progressively fading away, like he has natural poison antibodies." Qiao Mu pursed her lips. "His identity is perhaps not that simple."
Mo Lian raised his brow slightly as he suddenly thought of something, and his gaze deepened a bit.
When the two people arrived at the city gate tower, they saw that the Tercel Squadron had occupied half of the sky, forming a dense mass. Below the city gate, a little more than 2000 Akedo tribesmen were hollering loudly at the city lord and his company.
Qiao Mu had someone haul the youth Asi onto the city wall. A sharp dagger appeared in her hand in an instant, and she held it against Asi's neck.
The Akedo Tribe's Clan Head Ahon stared at them with the incisive gaze of a hawk. He berated loudly, "What do you want to do? We Akedo have already conceded so much, even handing over a writ to sue for peace! Hurry and release my son!"
